#but requesting support? escalating a request? transferring someone? all miserable.
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Shoutout to me from five weeks ago, about to start my new job, saying "watch this space, in about four weeks my mental health will be deteriorating rapidly". That bitch was bang on the money.
#new job blues#capitalism#i fucking hate being employed it always makes me want to die#and i mean that so seriously (I'm safe but passive)#im so fuckin 'what's even the point'#and girl this job sucks#the actual calls are generally the least bad part of it tbh#some of the scripting sucks but that's not too bad. manageable.#but requesting support? escalating a request? transferring someone? all miserable.#some of this shit is so fucking convoluted#and im so tired of telling people i can't fucking help them because they don't have enough of their own information#also some of the managers are fucking CREEPS and it's real bad and communication between management sucks#culture there is kinda rough#it's like. ough i do not wwnt to be there at all tyvm#but this is the first job ive found that'll accommodate my 5 hour shift length. so what do i even do#screams#the system speaks
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onding
onding (n.)-a heavy fall of rain or snow (in this case snow!)
this was inspired by this request and I thought it would be perfect to include in the A Very Merry Styles Fic Challenge! I cannot take full credit for this one as @tbslenthusiastâ helped guide me as my wonderful creative director, @taintedwonderâ was my amazing editor, and @bfharryâ was my lovely beta reader! honestly owe the title to miss tanya @sunflowers-stylesâ cause she was a huge help with that! I appreciate you all so much â¤
hope you all enjoy!!
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writing tag | masterlist
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Snow falls rapidly from the sky as you and Harry drive to your destination, neither of you noticing just how fast at first. You were both too excited at the idea of getting away from your busy schedules to celebrate the holidays with Harryâs family for the week.
His hand rests on your leg as he drives, fingers tapping along to the Christmas music playing from the radio. Occasionally offering a gentle squeeze to your thigh and a sweet smile; relaxation already flowing through his body and wrapping around you like a warm embrace.
The snowflakes seem to get larger and fall faster as you get closer to your destination and, as much as you donât want to burst through his bubble of contentment, you begin to worry about the quick escalation of them. Your mind starts running through all the many possibilities that could go wrong at the idea of the weather worsening the further you travel.
âHarry..are you sure we shouldnât stop for the night? Itâs getting a bit late and those snowflakes arenât getting any smaller..â
He ducks his head down slightly to look out the windshield and a deep sigh falls from his lips as he returns to his upright position. You donât miss the way his fingers grip the steering wheel a bit tighter when he says, âHate to admit it but, maybe youâre right.â
He still hums along to the songs filling the space, but thereâs a significant drop in his mood as he takes the next exit with the most promising hotel options. Your hand trails upwards to work over the knot you can already feel forming on the back of his neck from the stress of the situation as he decides which place would be better suited for the two of you to stay in.
You know his source of frustration only lies with the fact that youâre supposed to be at Anneâs house for Christmas dinner the following evening. You can only hope that the weather permits you to be able to still make an appearance on her doorstep at the time she requested you be there. You know she would be just as happy to see her baby boy a day later than he promised, but it would hurt Harryâs heart deeply not to live up to his word.Â
The clerk flashes Harry a knowing look when he hands over his card and tells him he only needs one bed for one night. It has Harryâs own smirk returning to his face and a blush spreading across yours at the implication. You suppress a giggle as the rest of the transaction is processed, but it bubbles up out of you the second youâre in the elevator on the way to the 4th floor where your room waits for you. Your laughter rings through the tiny space and only stops when you let your head fall against his chest. He loops the arm that isnât supporting his duffel bag around your body to pull you even closer, smacking a kiss to the top of your head.
âSomeoneâs sleepy,â He mumbles into your hair, âYâonly get this deliriously happy when youâre tired.â
You pull your face away from his chest to look up at him, âOr when Iâm spending the weekend snowed in with my rockstar boyfriend.â
âYâreally think weâll get snowed in?â
You shrug, âMaybe. Would it be so bad to be stuck here together for a few days?â
He scrunches his nose at you, âNah..weâd miss dinner and presents at Mumâs though.â
âAnneâll forgive us.â
He nods in agreement, âYeah, know she would. Canât control the weather, can we?â
You try to restrain the yawn that creeps up but you fail miserably and cover your mouth as it stretches across your face. It had been a long day; an early morning flight and the new international time zone making your eyes drop closed just until the ding indicates youâve reached your intended floor.
You keep yourself pressed close to Harryâs side as you make your way down the hallway to your room. He fiddles with the key for only a moment before you almost tumble through the open door and his hand catches your waist quickly to steady you. Luckily the bed is close by and you plop down across the bottom of it, your own duffel tossed aside on the floor, arms extended wide across the cream colored duvet.
He tugs on your wrist and you quietly whine before you peek one eye open to look up at him. Before he can say anything, your stomach growls, outraged at the idea of not being fed since the quick lunch youâd been able to grab much earlier in the day.
âMâhungry, Harry, think we could find some dinner before we crash for a few hours?â
âDoubt anythingâs open this timeâa night. Letâs do a shower first and then weâll raid the vending machine, yeah?â
Youâre both too tired to do anything much more than actually get clean under the spray of the hot water. It feels like a blessing on your skin and you let it rinse away any worry you might still have about the weather outside. His long fingers work over your scalp to ensure all the suds from your shampoo have disappeared and your eyes droop closed without your consent. You have to splay one hand firmly on his chest to keep from falling into him and knocking you both down in your exhausted state.
He steps out first, careful to keep his eyes on you as he works a towel over his body to dry off, grabbing another one off the small shelf mounted on the wall to wrap you in before he lifts you lightly up and over the edge of the tub.Â
âArms up.â Heâs already dressed himself quickly in a loose pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved t-shirt and you silently curse yourself for being too tired to enjoy the view. He gently assists you in completing your own nighttime ensemble by slipping your oversized night shirt over your head and guiding your arms through. You sink into the soft piece of clothing as your fingers dance across the hem of the shirt.
âHey. Yâforgot something,â He chuckles when you look down at your outfit, confused by what he means. âUp here, love. Kiss?â He requests and bends down so you donât have far to reach up and indulge his offer. Itâs a quick peck, mainly to the side of his mouth, but he doesnât complain; fingers gently guiding your chin to center his lips over yours, a satisfied hum vibrating through his chest just before he pulls away.
Youâre more alert now as you make your way to the small vending area that the two of you had passed earlier on your way to the room. He digs some change from his pocket with the hand that isnât laced with yours, transferring some of it over to your free hand, before jingling his portion around while he surveys the options in the machine. Youâre already loading your coins in, poking the numbers on the keypad, and you eagerly await your snack as it makes its way out of the coils to drop down into the slot.
âKnew youâd go for those.â Thereâs a lazy smile working its way over one side of his mouth as he watches you bend to retrieve the bag of pretzels.
âTheyâre my favorites,â You mumble and you tear the bag open, unable to wait until you get back to the room. You rest your head on his shoulder while you wait for him to decide on his own snack, âWhatâre you gonna get?â
âWell seeinâ as you snagged the last bag of those, ya gânna hafta share.âÂ
âGladly.â You pluck one from the now partly empty bag and bring it to his lips. He bends to accept it, crunching as he finally adds his coins in the machine.
âIâll get somethinâ sweet for us to split, howâs that sound?âÂ
You hum in agreement, exhaustion working its way through your body again, your brain too tired to form words at the moment. The coils around his selection unwind, dropping it with a clatter, and you move with him when he bends to collect it.
Youâre again thankful for the short distance back to the room and a whispered âoofâ falls from his lips when you trip over nothing but your socked feet. His hand loosely clutches a handful of the fabric of your shirt to help steady you until youâre falling back on the bed and scooting up to the top. You tuck yourself under the heavy layers of the sheets and duvet and donât bother waiting for him as you burrow as deep as you can to get warm.
You donât make it to dessert, passing off the now half eaten bag of pretzels to him, preferring the comfort of the pillow against your cheek over the bite of chocolate he offers you.
âReckon yâwere right about us stopping when we did,â He mutters as he stares down at his phone, the weather app casting a glow onto his face in the now dimly lit room, âPretty big snow storm blowinâ through. We might be here a lilâ longer than one night.â
âHmm.âÂ
He knows youâre mostly gone, sleep overtaking any conscious response you may have been able to provide, and he shakes his head at the sleepy smile on your face. Just as your soft snores fill the space between you, his heart swells at the sight of you resting peacefully; knowing thereâs no one else heâd rather be snowed in with than his sweet, sleepy girl.
#averymerrystyleschallenge#harry styles imagine#harry x reader#my writing#sorry itâs so short!#hopefully will have a couple of other things done for yâall later
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